Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.